Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-04-24

just then he caueLs =. ~
and checked himself. M N + n,
II have come TO look for D Sllt Z
branded with heart and . W. inside o.
the heart Do yon know If your uncle
has seen it ON the place anywhereep
mo, Meinheer Muller,n replied Bessie,
eoldly, tbut he is down there" pointing
at kraal on the plain some half mile away,
'if you want to 60 and ask about it.
Mr.. Muller said he, by way OF cor
rection, and with contraction Of the
brow. Meinheer' is all very well for the
Beers, but we are all Englishmen now.
Well, the OK can wait With your per-
mission, I'll stop here till '0om' Croit
(Uncle CIoft) comes back, and, without
further ado, he jumped off his horse and,
slipping the reins over its head rs an indi-
cation 10 il to stand still, advanced towards
Bessie with outstretched hand. As he did
so the young lady plunged both her arms
up to the elbows in the bath, and it struck
john, who was observing the whole scene,
that she did this in order to avoid the ne
cessity Of shaking hands with her stalwart
visitor.
Sorry my hands are wet" she said,
giving him cold little nod. Let me in
troduce you, Mr.. with emphasis) Frank
Muller-Captain Niel-who has come to
helpy uncle with the place"
John stretched out his hand and Muller
shook it.
Captain" he said, interrogatively; "a
ship captain, SUPPOSE
"No," said John, ~ captain Of the En-
glish army"
'Oh, rooibsatje (red Jacket. Well, /
don't wonder at YOU taking to farming
after the Zulu war"
81 don't quite understand you" said
Jond, rather coldly.
''Oh, no offence, captain, no offence. i
only meant that your rooibaatje did not
come very well out Of the war. i was
there with Piet Uys, and it was sight, i
can tell You. A Zulu had only TO show
himself at night and one would see your
regiments skreck stampede like span of
oxen when they wind lion. Aud then
they'd tire-ah, they did fre-anyhow,
anywhere, but mostly at the clouds, there
was no stopping them; aud so you see,
thought that you would like to turn your
sword into ploughshare, as the Bible says
but no offence, I'm sure-no offence"
All this while John Mel, being English
to his backbone, and cherishing the reputa-
ton of his profession almost as dearly as
his honor, was boiling with inward wrath,
which was all the tiercer because he knew
that there was some truth in the Beers in
suits. He had the sense, however. to keep
his tetnper-outwardly, at any rate.
81 was not in the Zulu war, Mr.. Null
leI," he said, and just then old Silas Croft
came riding up, and the conversation
dropped.
Mr.. Frank Muller slapped TO dinner aud
far into the rfternoon. His lost OK seemed
to have entirely slipped his memory. There
he sat close to the fair Bessie smoking and
drinking gin-and-water, and talking with
great volubility in English sprinkled with
Boer-Dutch terms that John Mel din not
understand. and gazing at the young lady
in a manner which John somehow found
unpleasant. OF course il was no affair oi
his and he had no interest 10 the matter,
but for all that he found the remarkable.
looking Dutcbman exceedingly disagree
able. At last he could stand il no longer,
and hobbled out TOR a little walk with
TESS, who, in her abrupt way, offered Ia
show him the garden.
"You don't like that man." she said Ia
him, rs they slowly went down the slope
in front of the mouse.
mo; do you?"
IL think" replied jess, slowly and with
much emphasis, that he is the most obi
Gus man that ever saw and the uost Gu
riOus;" and then she relapsed into silence
only broken now and again by an occa
sionBl remark about the flowers and trees
Half an hour afterwards, when they dr.
rived again at the top Of the slope, Mr.
Muller was just riding OF down the ave
nue. of blue-gums. BY the yeraDda stood
Hottentot named jamie, who had beer
holding the Dutchman's horse He was {
curious, wizened-up little fellow, dressed
| in rags, sand with hair like the worn tag,
of black woollen carpet. His age might
have been anything between twenty-five
and sixty; it was impossible TO form any
opinion on the point. Just now, however
his yellow monkey face was convulsed with
an expression of intense malignity, and h'
was standing there in the sunshine cursinl
rapidly and beneath his breath in Dutch
and shaking his fist after the retreatinl
BOer-a very epitome OF impotent, over
mastering passion.
"What is he dOing?" asked John.
jess laughed. 'Jantje does not like
Frank Muller any more than ! do, but
don't know why. He will never tell me. '
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